Here And Now
I am not Native
But I feel the pain, hear anguished cries on the river, wind carrying sins of ancestors: mine of timber cutters and millers and growers of wheat
White men and women of European descent following their own calls for survival, And all the while, damage and death being done to the land and the people who came before.
What is to be done now with this, grandchildren?
Are we killing Mother Earth, Father Sky?
Will their stories pass away, no longer whispered in seeded hopes rising in ground and air and hearts we have poisoned?
How can we take steps forward on this common land?
mending stone sharon duerst author 